I wrote the statement above in my journal and laughed like a maniac! Yes, that’s right folks. It’s happening again, in spite of all of my attempts to stave it off. If I told you the whole story, you would never believe me. It’s bizarro, as are all tales of love I suppose. (Or perhaps only my tales of love!) Ok, perhaps love is too strong a word. But you get the picture...'Tis early spring when young men and women's fancies turn to love.I've gone off the deep end, I'm sure of it....

He has faithfully called me every night. But tonight while we were talking, he called me “dude.” I should have said something... I wish I had a witty comeback! But he had bad cell reception and kept cutting in and out.

What would you say? What could be my witty comeback if he ever calls me “dude” again?

_Break into a rousing rendition of “I am woman, hear me roar.”

_Read him the dictionary definition for “dude.”

_Make a “raspberries” noise or honk a horn everytime he calls me “dude.”_Start calling him "Girlfriend."

I just laughed like a maniac again over this list, and now Bonsai won’t stop barking at me. Haha!I wrote this prayer in my journal: "Help me Lord, I am in a rapidly descending fog of love and I can't think clearly."I can almost picture it, like a pink cloud where you can't see anyone but him.It's sheer madness to even dip a toe into this pool of love. But he has charmed me with his roguish smile, sparkling blue eyesand cascading curtain of blondish-red hair. I am officially smitten. As usual, this will no doubt mean: "Get ready for another roller coaster ride along with me. Meanwhile, I eagerly await your advice about the "dude" situation!